"The Agency"

Yeah. That sounds legit.
So I was the last one to leave my apartment on Friday morning, and the first one to come home to my apartment on Sunday afternoon. That by all accounts should mean that nothing would be any different than I had left it. Right?
Wrong. I come home and all the windows are open. I notice this first because well I left pretty much everything I have here in Italy with me in my apartment for the weekend. And I've been told to keep at least one set of windows (either the shutters or the glass windows) locked at all times to prevent creepsters from climbing into my apartment and taking my precious Muzzy stuffed animal (I hear he's all the rage here). So all the windows are open. And thank goodness I got home during the afternoon or I would have been terrified had I come in when it was dark outside. So I lock all the shutters and go into my room. Where most of my stuff seems to have been moved around a little. All my clothes that were on the drying rack have been haphazardly piled onto my bed, and Missy's bed has been completely cleared off. I was really confused. But I start moving my stuff into the other room (Missy and I are switching rooms). I get all my stuff organized in the other room and my bed made and I think there are a few books of Missy's left in the book case in our old room and a pile of towels and my sheets on the floor for me to wash. But everything on the drying rack (that some stranger put there) is still damp so I leave the pile of laundry on the floor until the morning when I can clear off the drying rack and have space for the other things. So I get all my stuff together to go up to campus, take a good look around the apartment (I want to remember how everything looks, to make sure no one has been there when I get back) and off I go. When I make it back to the apartment later that night, there is no evidence that someone has been there, thank goodness. But I am still a little creeped out to be there by myself just because I know someone was there over the weekend...
I fall asleep excited about the opportunity to sleep in! I have no classes, nothing I must do. It's wonderful!
Sleep in...riiight. At about 7:30 or 8:00 in the morning I wake up to some woman barging into my room and switching on the light. I sit up in bed. And she starts talking to me in Italian. Okay not really talking more like yelling. She's angry. I'm not sure why. I should be the angry one. You just woke me up, remember that part lady?! Now I sit up in bed and ask who she is? To which I learned that she was the cleaning lady. Cool. I lay back down and she wakes me up again because she wants they key for the other door in my room. A door which leads to another completely different apartment (where some boy lives). I tell her no. I'm not opening the door. She's like banging on the door and yelling stuff to me in Italian about how she needs the door unlocked. And I'm just like no, a boy lives there we don't need to open that door. Besides if you could get into my apartment when I locked the dead bolt I'm pretty sure you can figure out a way into that apartment that doesn't require me standing there in practically nothing. (Remember she woke me up, I have no air conditioning, therefore I sleep in a sports bra and shorts...not acceptable to be opening random doors to random boys apartments). She keeps banging around...and trying to open the door even though she knows it's locked and yelling in Italian. So I finally get so annoyed that I get up and rummage for the key and unlock the door for her. But she takes the key from me and doesn't give it back. I went back to sleep because well I was exhausted, and when I wake up the door is still unlocked. Thanks lady!
Oh but wait. Want to know how I woke up the third time that morning? With some random lady standing at the foot of my bed yelling at me. Lovely! At least her screaming was mostly English. I wake up to see this creeper standing at the foot of my bed yelling about something and I sit straight up and yell (so she can hear me over her own screams) "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" She ignores my question and just keeps yelling. Something about how this isn't my room, I don't live here. Something. To which I just say. Umm...remember that part about you waking me up. Right.. I sleep in here. This is my room, all my stuff is in here. I've lived in this apartment for over a month now. What are you talking about? And she just keeps yelling about me not living there and how it's not my room. Again I try to ask who the heck she is! With no real response, except that she is from "The Agency" whoever that is! And she walks out of the room, and I think she meant for me to follow her but I just lay back down on my bed. So again she comes into my room yelling. And this time she has her cell phone in had, and there is someone on the other end that I apparently need to speak with. So I take the phone (hoping to find out who the heck this lady is) and here's the conversation:

Hello, who is this?
so-and-so from The Agency.
Does said "Agency" have a REAL name?
(she completely ignores my question...seems to be a theme with these "agency" workers)
Who am I speaking with?
Amanda
Amanda Celentano
Sure.

And then she starts yelling at me too. About blah.blah.blah.
While the lady on the phone is yelling at me, so is the lady in my apartment with me. So I tell the woman on the phone that i have to go and then hang up the phone. To which the lady in my apartment asks "Did you not speak to them?" I was like really really!? So I told her "No I couldn't listen to both of you yell at the same time."
So the yelling continued and then she finally left. I have no idea what prompted her departure and I really didn't care. Just as long as she was gone!